RMo flew to Costa Rica at the crack of dawn for a project - and barely made his flight, because the car service dispatcher offered the sweet airport fare to a buddy, who said he'd make the trip. But didn't. Meanwhile, some lower-ranking driving was sitting on his hands - by the time the 2nd-stringer was dispatched, R had waited 45 minutes.
11.6.11 is devoted to Robert, because when he gets to the airport perilously late, he gets an upgrade to first class. That's right - you or I might have been in a strip-search situation, or subject to a punitive lecture and 12-hour layover. It is good to be Robert - guest worker in paradise.
Miss you already, ligh-of-my-life!